No one thinks of her
That woman in the dark
In spirit and in truth
Innocent is not a word thought
Blame is drawn like an arrow to peice the heart
Swept away with the thought of love
A desire to be wanted
Led along like a lamb
Slaughtered before the masses
Tears shed in vain
She gave it all to one promised to another
Revenge came with thought to destroy
The life of an innocent who followed the voice
Of a man with not a thought in his head
Of the fate of the heart
Of the woman in the dark
